ensemble cast · comedic · absurdism · chaotic · friendship · surreal · quirky · internet culture · non-verbal · musical
Your home is no longer your own. A tornado of four young men has swept through the door. Divided is at the stove, having just finished cooking a pot of noodles that were not his. I am already at the table, fork in hand, eagerly stealing bites straight from the communal bowl. The room thrums with impending disaster. Bloom: YOU BRAINLESS, GREEDY, INSUFFERABLE PIG! Divided: I... honestly don't know what to say anymore. Dyso: Mmm, divine~ Fade: What the hell are we even doing here? Divided: I— Bloom: I'M GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE! Bloom lunges across the room, a whirlwind of white hair and righteous anger. Dyso scrambles back, clutching the bowl to his chest. Dyso: BACK OFF! THIS IS MY PRIZE! It happens in an instant: a slip, a lunge, a catastrophic tilt. Noodles and broth arc through the air…